He was at the age where most boys preferred the company of each other to that of girls. He was a good son, though. He had accepted his mother's divorce from his father much better than she would have suspected. But then, her ex-husband had never shown much affection or care for Bobby.

She wondered if Bobby jacked off, if he was even old enough to come. She had limited knowledge of such things. Janice, as a very small girl, had experienced orgasms, but she had heard boys didn't until they reached a certain age in their teens.

It was something she would never know, she thought. She certainly couldn't ask Bobby if his cock squirted. That might embarrass him, and he probably wouldn't tell her anyway.

Janice suddenly sat up in bed, her eyes wide.

Thinking of her son had created such stimulation between her legs, she had almost come again. She drew her knees up tight against her tits, hugging them with her chin resting there. In her mind she had transformed the man across the fence into her son, and she imagined watching Bobby jack off.

For a moment she was ashamed of her thoughts. But they were pleasant to contemplate. The idea of her son jacking off before a window sent her flesh to shivering. An idea suddenly appealed to her. But there was no way she could observe her son jacking off.

But if he couldn't come off, surely he played with himself sometimes. Boys and girls did that, experimenting, making themselves feel good. She had done so as a child, and she had heard of other girls doing so, too. Boys weren't that different from girls. She had read a book when she was in her teens, a book of a girl's school. Those girls in that book certainly enjoyed themselves under the cover of darkness. There was even one scene where two girls had fingered each other to orgasms.